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“
But
somebody
saw
you
at
Throope
Corner
leading
it
home
—
a
beauty
,
with
a
white
face
and
a
mane
as
black
as
night
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Wildeve
,
fixing
his
eyes
upon
her
;
“
who
told
you
that
?
”
“
Venn
the
reddleman
.
”
The
expression
of
Wildeve
’
s
face
became
curiously
condensed
.
“
That
is
a
mistake
—
it
must
have
been
someone
else
,
”
he
said
slowly
and
testily
,
for
he
perceived
that
Venn
’
s
countermoves
had
begun
again
.
Those
words
of
Thomasin
,
which
seemed
so
little
,
but
meant
so
much
,
remained
in
the
ears
of
Diggory
Venn
:
“
Help
me
to
keep
him
home
in
the
evenings
.
”
On
this
occasion
Venn
had
arrived
on
Egdon
Heath
only
to
cross
to
the
other
side
—
he
had
no
further
connection
with
the
interests
of
the
Yeobright
family
,
and
he
had
a
business
of
his
own
to
attend
to
.
Yet
he
suddenly
began
to
feel
himself
drifting
into
the
old
track
of
manoeuvring
on
Thomasin
’
s
account
.
He
sat
in
his
van
and
considered
.
From
Thomasin
’
s
words
and
manner
he
had
plainly
gathered
that
Wildeve
neglected
her
.
For
whom
could
he
neglect
her
if
not
for
Eustacia
?
Yet
it
was
scarcely
credible
that
things
had
come
to
such
a
head
as
to
indicate
that
Eustacia
systematically
encouraged
him
.
Venn
resolved
to
reconnoitre
somewhat
carefully
the
lonely
road
which
led
along
the
vale
from
Wildeve
’
s
dwelling
to
Clym
’
s
house
at
Alderworth
.
At
this
time
,
as
has
been
seen
,
Wildeve
was
quite
innocent
of
any
predetermined
act
of
intrigue
,
and
except
at
the
dance
on
the
green
he
had
not
once
met
Eustacia
since
her
marriage
.
But
that
the
spirit
of
intrigue
was
in
him
had
been
shown
by
a
recent
romantic
habit
of
his
—
a
habit
of
going
out
after
dark
and
strolling
towards
Alderworth
,
there
looking
at
the
moon
and
stars
,
looking
at
Eustacia
’
s
house
,
and
walking
back
at
leisure
.
Accordingly
,
when
watching
on
the
night
after
the
festival
,
the
reddleman
saw
him
ascend
by
the
little
path
,
lean
over
the
front
gate
of
Clym
’
s
garden
,
sigh
,
and
turn
to
go
back
again
.
It
was
plain
that
Wildeve
’
s
intrigue
was
rather
ideal
than
real
.
Venn
retreated
before
him
down
the
hill
to
a
place
where
the
path
was
merely
a
deep
groove
between
the
heather
;
here
he
mysteriously
bent
over
the
ground
for
a
few
minutes
,
and
retired
.
When
Wildeve
came
on
to
that
spot
his
ankle
was
caught
by
something
,
and
he
fell
headlong
.
